Date: Wed, 12 May 1999 05:33:53 -0700 (PDT)
From: "D.Z." <ndman72@yahoo.com>
Subject: Boys on the Farm-8

This is a story about 2 teenage guys who discover man
sex and love for each other while on a summer vacation
at the farm. It begins slowly but builds in intensity
as the days go by and their relationship deepens. If
you are underage, or if man to man sex or normal
reproductive acts of farm animals offend you then you
should move on to something else. I would appreciate
any comments emailed to me at ndman72@yahoo.com. BOYS
ON THE FARM is a work of pure fiction -- the
characters and the events do not represent any person
or situation. Copyright (c)1999, all rights reserved.
Please do not post in any other forum, newsgroup, or
publication. 
 
 
BOYS ON THE FARM.
 
Day Eight.
 
It was one of those nights when it seemed like morning
would never come but when it arrived it was way too
soon! David and Tristan did not sleep well as a wall
of silence had developed between them. When Grandpa
came to wake them he found the boys sleeping apart
with their backs to one another. 'That looks normal
but Grandma says there is something wrong between
those two. I think I'll keep them apart today. Maybe
they have been spending too much time together.' 
 
"BOYS, ITS TIME TO GET UP. REMEMBER YOU SAID YOU WOULD
HELP ME THIS MORNING."
 
"Mmmmpph" went David into his pillow. Tristan cracked
his eyes open and squinted at Grandpa--his face puffy
with sleepiness. "What time is it?" he asked.
 
"Seven o'clock and time to get the day started. Get up
now so you can eat the breakfast Grandma has ready for
you."
 
The boys slowly climbed out of the bed and started
dressing. Tristan glanced over to David to find that
David had his back turned to him! A wave of sorrow and
pain went through Tristan's guts. Silently they
finished dressing and went downstairs to eat. Grandpa
was already outside getting things ready for the day's
work.
 
"What is it with the men in this house today?" Grandma
asked. "Every last one of you look so depressed! At
least Grandpa has some excuse--he's the one that is
going to his longtime friend's funeral on Wednesday."
 
"I guess I'm still tired," said David.
 
"Yeah, me too," Tristan quickly affirmed.
 
"Well, don't let Grandpa's quiet mood get to you--he
just feels the loss of Obert and needs to get over his
grief."
 
The boys ate quietly for a bit before Tristan asked a
question of Grandma. "Were Grandpa and Obert really
good friends?"
 
"Yes hon', they were. They grew up and went to school
together. After that they were in the National Guard
in the same unit. Then they both got married and took
over the family farms and we have done so many things
with them over the years. You could always count on
Obert to see the humor in any situation--he was so
much fun!"
 
"Oh, so Grandpa is grieving because he misses Obert?"
 
"Well, yes and no. He does miss Obert but I think he
wishes he could have done more for him while he was
sick. It's hard to see someone you love suffer and
cancer is such a terrible sickness! Also, Grandpa
never got a chance to say goodbye to Obert."
 
Tristan stole a glance over at David. David met his
eyes briefly and then looked over at Grandma. With an
inquisitive look that hid his intense interest David
asked, "Grandma, what did you mean when you said that
Grandpa 'loved' Obert? Guys aren't supposed to 'love'
guys--that's gay and Grandpa isn't gay!"
 
"Oh goodness, you're right about that. Grandpa isn't
gay. Let me see...how can I explain it to you boys.
Well, there is love between a man and woman, and there
is the love that is shared between parents and
children. You boys know that, don't you?
 
"Umm hmm".
"Yeah."
 
"But love can go beyond those relationships. If we say
love is a special feeling of closeness and caring for
another person, than you can 'love' anyone. Also you
can use the word 'love' to describe acts of caring,
compassion, and self-sacrifice even though there may
not be a personal relationship involved. I think too
many people today confuse love with sex...maybe that
is the reason why there are so many divorces and
failed relationships."
 
"Yeah, my parents divorced a few years ago," Tristan
said quietly and then he added. "I miss my mom but my
dad takes good care of me. "
 
"Oh hon', I'm sorry if I brought up something I
shouldn't have."
 
"That's OK. I was thinking though. It must be hard to
say goodbye to someone who is dying."
 
"Oh yes, it is. But it is so very important. Like
Grandpa, I know other people who haven't wanted to do
it because it is hard to do. They keep putting it off
and time keeps passing by. They don't tell people that
they love them and they don't say goodbye to their
loved ones when they should and before they know it,
it's too late and they never get the chance to do it.
Then they grieve even more because they missed their
chance and it's a grief that never really goes away
entirely."
 
By now Grandma had given them plenty to digest
mentally as well and the boys finished their
breakfast. When they went outdoors they found that a
southerly wind was already blowing at least 15 miles
an hour and clouds were forming in the sky. 
 
"Look, David! Grandpa is hitching Ace to the
mower-won't that be great to watch-I bet Ace can pull
that mower all day and never get tired!" Ace was busy
eating all of the fresh grass he could reach while
Grandpa was moving around him getting all the leather
straps attached and adjusted just so.
 
"Yeah, let's go seem them-remember, we can't run up to
them." The boys helped Grandpa finish hitching Ace up
and with a 'Giddup' from Grandpa Ace was pulling the
mower. Ace's leg and rump muscles bulged and moved
beneath his skin as he pulled the mower. The boys
followed them as they began cutting the grass along
the road. The mower whirred through the grass, making
it topple back to lay on the ground. After a couple of
trips, the boys were getting bored and Grandpa was
ready for them. "While I finish cutting the grass
along the road would you boys mow the lawn? The rain
last week had made the grass spring up and it needs
mowing again."
 
"Sure."
"OK".
 
The men, young and old, spent the morning cutting
grass and trimming around the buildings. The boys
worked without talking much, switching places from
riding mower to push mower about every half hour.
Tristan kept waiting for David to talk to him about
anything but the silence continued and Tristan begun
to feel emotional pain from the loss of their
closeness. 
 
As the morning went on and the temperature rose the
wind continued to blow. By noon it blowing steadily
from the south about 25 miles an hour and was gusting
up to 30. It was the kind of wind that wore the
nerves. The boys helped Grandpa unhitch Ace from the
mower and put the harness away when they were finished
mowing towards noon. "How would you boys like to drive
tractor this afternoon?" Grandpa asked as they were
finishing. "David can summer fallow next to the hay
field while Tristan and I haul hay bales. But first we
have some lunch and I'll catch a little nap."
 
"Really?"
"Super!"
 
The boys made a dash for the house, their tiredness
from mowing forgotten. It was a relief to go inside
for lunch and to get out of the wind for a while.
Grandma had made a fantastic lunch--homemade tomato
soup with fresh buns and sandwich meats. It was
delicious!
 
"These are the best buns I have ever eaten in my
life!" Tristan exclaimed after his first bite. 
 
"Thank you, Tristan. I've been baking buns today so I
could take some over for Obert's funeral. Have as many
as you want."
 
Grandpa had a short nap after lunch so the boys headed
out to the barn. Tristan began carving his name into
the wood--he was determined to do that before his stay
at the farm was finished! David got the big push broom
and idly swept the center alley of the barn for the
lack of anything better to do. He still didn't know
how to handle his feelings towards Tristan and wished
he knew how to get their friendship back on course. By
now he noticed Tristan acting differently-- here he
was out in the barn, carving his name and ignoring
David completely. David began to wonder if he was
mistaken about his feelings for Tristan. After all, if
Tristan really 'loved' him, couldn't he see David was
confused and wouldn't he wait for David to sort his
feelings out? And Grandma talking about love this
morning-did she know about him and Tristan or what?
 
The afternoon passed by swiftly, each boy in charge of
a tractor and doing a man's work. David pulled a 24
foot cultivator and took pride in turning a field full
of weeds into freshly tilled earth. The big red
tractor poured out a steady stream of black diesel
smoke as David drove it back and forth. It was a dirty
job with the wind blowing and as David stirred up the
dirt the wind blew it back at him when he was driving
south. He could see Tristan and Grandpa in the hay
field next to him hauling bales. While David drove the
tractor he was busy thinking about Tristan and what
Grandma had said that morning. He did feel close to
Tristan and cared about him-and the sexual adventures
they had were awesome. Maybe it was OK to love Tristan
but he didn't have to come right out and say it, did
he? By the end of the afternoon David was coated with
a layer of black dirt--his eyes and his teeth were the
only parts of his body that were clean! David didn't
mind though-it was part of the job.
 
Tristan drove a slightly smaller tractor and pulled a
trailer that Grandpa loaded with the huge round hay
bales he had baled last week. As he sat waiting for
Grandpa to pick up the bales with another tractor that
had a loader, he would look over to where David was
working. He wondered what David was thinking. Tristan
tried to think what he could have done to make David
mad at him. The only conclusion he could come to was
that David was feeling guilty about their sex
yesterday and that David was rejecting him. Could that
be it? 
 
As Grandpa loaded the bales, the wind would swirl the
pieces of hay that fell off in all directions. Tristan
had hay down his shirt and he could swear he even had
hay in his underwear! He itched all over from that
hay. But it was worth it to be able to drive a tractor
all by himself around the field that afternoon.
 
By seven that evening they had finished and were back
at the farm. Tristan laughed at the sight of David
covered with dirt--he couldn't have gotten any dirtier
if he had lain down and rolled in the freshly tilled
field! Tristan had bits of hay sticking out of his
hair and clinging to his shirt. He itched something
fierce! He told David he felt like the scarecrow from
the Wizard of Oz!
 
David laughed a little but still didn't know how to
respond to his feelings towards Tristan. David glanced
over to Tristan and then looked away as he started to
distract himself by pulling some long grass they had
missed earlier that day by the windmill.
 
Right away Tristan's high spirits from this latest
experience plummeted. His stomach felt like it had a
big rock in it. He stood there for a minute feeling
terrible and then decided he just had to find out what
was wrong and talk to David. "Come in the barn for a
second, David. I need to ask you something," he said
and headed into the barn.
 
Without speaking, David followed.
 
Tristan walked over to where he had been carving his
name and turned around. "What did I do, David to make
you hate me?" Tristan asked with an emotional quiver
in his voice. "You said I shouldn't think that but you
won't talk to me, or look at me, or anything. Just
tell me and then I'll call my dad to come and get me
because I can't stand this anymore."
 
David looked up and saw Tristan's distraught face
which melted the last reserves he had been trying to
hang on to. He stepped over to Tristan and put both
hands on his shoulders and began to whisper to him
face to face His eyes spilled over with tears which
made trails down his dirty face as he said. "What did
you do to me? I can hardly believe what you did. Oh
God, Tristan, I don't hate you, not one bit! You gave
me something so precious yesterday...I will never
forget it. You gave me everything you had to give
without holding back--I didn't realize it until we
were in the shower. I never, ever meant to hurt you,
it's just that I've been so mixed up about things
since then. Please don't call your dad." 
 
Seeing David's tears made Tristan lose it too. Tears
began to run down his face as he said, "It's because I
love you that I have to go, David. Its ripping me up
inside to want to be close to you, to touch you, and
to love you but you won't let me."
 
"I know I haven't let you-I couldn't admit it to
myself until yesterday in the shower that you loved me
and that I think I might love you. Ever since then
I've been so afraid of what that means. Can you
understand that, Tristan? I've been trying so hard to
figure things out." By now, the boys were touching
foreheads, hands upon each other's shoulders, both
looking down and talking from their hearts.
 
"David, do you really mean it-that maybe you could
love me?" Tristan's heart was in his throat, wanting
to believe what he just heard.
 
"Yeah, Tristan, but that doesn't mean I'm gay." David
wasn't ready to cross that bridge-not by a long shot.
 
Tristan looked up into David's face. "Oh man, David,
I've been so worried that you hated me and that you
didn't want to be around me anymore."
 
"No, it's not that at all-don't worry," David said as
he looked up to meet Tristan's brown eyes, brimming
with tears and filled with happiness.
 
Tristan smiled until he thought his face would break,
he was so very happy. He pulled David into a full body
hug and whispered into a very dirty ear, "You won't
regret it, I promise. But first I think you better
clean your face up a little. You have these funny
little streaks running down from your eyes."
 
"Yeah, whose fault is that, anyway?" David said with
an answering smile and a squeeze for Tristan.
 
The boys ran to the water hydrant in the barn and
erased some of the external evidence of their
emotions. Like the water washing away the dirt on
David's face, their conversation had washed away the
doubts that had been accumulating over the past 24
hours. Afterwards, they went up to the house to get
cleaned up and eat their evening meal. Grandma was
waiting for them and shooed them into the bathroom
immediately-but not before noticing that their
friendship was back to normal. While the boys were
showering, she was talking to Grandpa.
 
"Can I go first?" Tristan asked while stripping off
his clothes. "I am so itchy from that hay I can hardly
wait!"
 
"Yeah, I'll be right behind you," David replied as he
carefully took his clothes off-they would leave dirt
on anything and everything his clothes touched. Naked,
David was a study in contrasts...areas very dark from
the dirt opposed to the light colored, cleaner areas.
He climbed into the shower and stood right behind
Tristan, his cock touching Tristan's butt. "I'm right
behind you-you ready for some shampoo?"
 
Tristan wiggled his butt a little. "I can tell...I'm
ready for more than shampoo but I guess that should
wait."
 
"Dude, you got that right. Here's the shampoo." David
picked out a few pieces of hay out of Tristan's hair
that wouldn't wash out and then scrubbed it. His
reward for his efforts would come when he would use
the extra shampoo suds on his hands to clean Tristan's
other hair-his pubes and by now, semi-hard cock. David
pressed his cock into Tristan's butt cheeks while
lathering and stroking that lower region. Both boys
had come to love that little extra addition to their
shower!
 
"OK, now it's your turn," said Tristan. "Here's the
shampoo for you. Close your eyes!" David did as he was
instructed and could feel Tristan's cock riding high
on his ass cheeks as it followed the movements of
Tristan's torso. Everything felt so good-the massaging
action of Tristan's fingers in his scalp, the
closeness of their bodies, and the revitalized
relationship! Soon Tristan's hands were on his hardon,
making him squirm with the erotic sensations that
produced.
 
"We better stop this and get out before they wonder
why we're taking so long," David reluctantly offered.
 
"I s'pose so but not before I do this," Tristan said,
releasing David's cock and then turning David around
to face him. Without stopping he pulled David tightly
against him and held him tightly in an intimate hug,
feeling David's hard sex pressing against his. He
dropped his hands to David's butt, pulling their
crotches even tighter together. "I really missed you
today, and I do mean all of you!"
 
David returned the hug and then pushed Tristan's arms
down and said, "Yeah, me too. Make it later, dude. We
need to get going here." He turned the water off and
grabbed the towels for both of them, offering Tristan
his. They dried themselves and dressed in T-shirts and
shorts and went to eat their supper.
 
They went back outside after they ate, the wind having
died down to a breeze as the sun was setting. It was a
spectacular sunset--the clouds were colored with
bright shades of yellows, pinks, and reds. The birds
hiding in the trees were chirping and cooing their
end-of-day refrain while the boys watched the sunset.
It was a very peaceful time of the evening, matching
the mood of the boys who were secure once more in
their relationship. They spoke little while sitting
side by side on a the trunk of an old tree on the edge
of the shelterbelt that had been blown mostly over but
still was alive. Tristan leaned over to David to say,
"This is so relaxing and peaceful-I never knew the
country could be so beautiful." 
 
David put an arm around Tristan's shoulders before he
replied, "It's even more beautiful when you have
someone to share it with. Last year I was pretty bored
and lonely out here by myself." 
 
Tristan slipped an arm around David's waist and that's
the way they stayed, talking softly about anything
that came to mind, enjoying the feelings of closeness
they shared. The sun flashed as it disappeared beneath
the horizon, and as if that was a signal, the
mosquitoes began their nocturnal attacks on
warm-blooded creatures. The pesky insects drove the
boys from their secluded place and forced them
indoors.
 
Grandma served them cookies and ice cream as a bedtime
snack since it was after 10:30 when they finally came
in. "I was starting to wonder where you boys were...I
was about to ring the bell and call you in," she
commented.
 
"We were watching the most beautiful sunset there ever
was," Tristan said looking over at David.
 
"He's never watched a country sunset," explained
David.
 
"Oh, I see," Grandma replied. "Did you do anything
else?"
 
"Nope."
"Just watched the sunset."
 
"Well then, do you want any more to eat?"
 
"No thanks, Grandma."
"I'm fine too."
 
"OK, good night you two. Let me give each of you a hug
before you go upstairs."
 
The boys went upstairs, feeling the air get warmer
with each step-the upstairs temperature had a ways to
go before it cooled off from the heat of the day.
David closed the door behind him and stripped off all
of his clothes immediately. "Ahhh, that's better. Are
you ready for lights out?"
 
By now Tristan's clothes were off too and he was
pulling back the bedcovers, his cock sticking out in
front of him. "Anytime, man. I'm ready."
 
David hit the lights and climbed into the bed with
Tristan. He laid there for a moment and then
whispered, "Still feel like doing anything?"
 
"Couldn't hardly wait-what do you want to do?"
 
"The best is what we did yesterday but we better not
since we can't get cleaned up afterwards. How about
some stroking and maybe you suck my cock a little."
 
"Sure, but you gotta do mine too. I want know what its
like to my cock sucked too."
 
"Well...OK...I'll try it then. Slide closer, dude."
 
Side by side, they found each other's hard cocks and
started stroking each other. It felt good to have a
hard cock in your hand that wasn't yours and to be
able to feel the pleasure coming from your own cock.
Soon both boys were feeling the heightened sensations
signaling a need for completion. Tristan was the first
to stop the action by saying, "I'm getting close but I
don't want it happen this way. Can we try sucking each
other at the same time?"
 
"I guess so, its pretty radical, though."
 
"Hey man, take it or leave it. Either suck my cock or
jerk yourself off. Fair is fair."
 
"Yeah, OK then. You first."
 
Tristan turned himself around in the bed so they were
in a 69. David had to slide down some but in seconds
they were situated. Tristan knew what to do and got
right to it. He grabbed David's cock and checked to
make sure the foreskin was pulled back. David's
cockhead was slightly wet with precum and Tristan gave
it a couple of licks before sliding his lips and
tongue over the sensitive skin.
 
"Ohhhh God, that feels so good," groaned David, with
Tristan's cock and balls in front of his face.
 
Tristan back off and whispered back, "I'd like some
too and see how good it is, so do it man!"
 
David grasped that hard piece of manmeat in front of
his face and located the end. He couldn't smell
anything but could tell that the end of Tristan's 7"
inch cock was wet with the precum that dripped out. He
gave it a little lick and found out that the taste
wasn't bad at all, just slightly salty. He licked the
head again, more this time and then tried taking it
into his mouth, grazing the flared edge of the glans
with his teeth.
 
"Oh, Oh, keep going but watch the teeth! Try to do to
me what I'm doing to you." After giving those
instructions Tristan began to tongue David's cock and
suck, and glide up and down along its length. Tristan
could pretty easily get most of David's 5"cock in his
mouth. David was giving things his best try but
couldn't suck but about half of Tristan's cock because
of its larger girth and length. What an experience-to
have another guy's cock in your mouth and to feel the
warm and moist mouth of someone else on yours! 
Involuntarily their hips began to move and then to
thrust as their sexual urges built and built. David
reached his orgasm first and without thinking, buried
his cock to the hilt, Tristan's nose pressed into
David's ballsack, and began to shoot his load down
Tristan's throat. That brought Tristan to his release
and he did the same, shoving his cock so far in that
it blocked David's air and made him gag slightly!
 
After a split second of panic, David pulled back a
little and was able to catch a quick breath as Tristan
was spraying his hot cum into David's mouth, giving
David his first real taste of cum. It was a taste
different from any other he had ever tasted. He either
had to spit it out or swallow. Since he couldn't spit
it anywhere without making a mess, he 
gathered some determination and swallowed that spunk!
 
Tristan had recovered himself by this time and was
turning around. He snuggled right up to David's side
and tenderly grasped David's flaccid dick. "That was
awesome, man! No wonder you go for it when you're
ready to shoot!" he whispered incredulously.
 
"Yeah, I know. Tristan, what do you think about how
cum tastes?" 
 
"It's OK. You don't give me much to taste since you
shoot most of it down my throat."
 
"Oh yeah, well you left most of yours on my tongue!"
 
"Oh, do you think mine tastes bad or something?"
 
"I don't know-it's different."
 
"I don't mind yours at all-it came from you and I love
everything about you."
 
"You really do, don't you?"
 
"Yes, I really do."
 
"You're something else, dude. Don't you ever want to
have a girlfriend and get married some day?"
 
Giving David's cock a little squeeze Tristan replied,
"Right now I don't need a girlfriend and I haven't
really thought about getting married. You are the
person I want to be with."
 
"That's definitely gay, Tristan, you know that."
 
"So what, David. I don't care anymore. All I want is
what we have, right here."
 
"Tristan, don't take this wrong. I really like but I'm
not sure that this is what I want forever. I have
thought about having a family, and you know my
parents, they would totally freak out if they found
out we did this stuff."
 
Daring mightily, Tristan lifted his head and kissed
David on the cheek. "I know. We'll just have to be
careful."
 
"Yeah, super careful. Why did you do that?"
 
"Because I love you, man."
 
"Yeah."
 
The boys quit talking then, holding each other close
while they drifted off into a totally relaxed sleep
from their post-orgasmic bliss.